Ireland fantasy

I was sitting on My terrace the other day, enjoying the light and fantasising about My upcoming trip to Ireland. Imagine this scene with Me (and possibly view it as I want to film it-click link to help make this happen)

I'm a modern Rosie Riveter in My wardrobe, head wrap in dark blue, with a large erect bow much like a rooster crest atop My head, dark red lips, milky-white skin, winged eye-liner, $5. My soft, tight, vintage cowboy tee not hiding My large breast, loose chains around My wrist, gold rings on My fingers, $10. I wear tight black jeans and black leather shit-kickers, the boots laced tightly, black leather belt at My waist, black lace lingerie underneath, $15. I stand in the doorway of a dive, the light from outside glowing around Me while I take in the scene and you admire the Goddess on the screen before you. I survey the place, a rare few huddle with their beers in the corner, the barman stands bored behind the bar and a lone soul near him. his posture is poor and I feel the submission ooze from him. I slither like a predatory cat towards the bar and sit near him, staring at him until he feels Me looking at him, $20. the bartender with his arms crossed before him says nothing and only watches. the man timidly looks up to Me. In an irritated tone I tell him that he could make a better impression and offer to buy a Lady a drink. he blinks rapidly and looks confused, then tells the bartender to make what I like. I ordered a rusty nail and start to size up My entertainment. this man I can use in any way I choose, I can see it in his eyes. I can completely own him in front of this small bar crowd and no one would stop Me. I thank the bartender and instruct him to keep the change after this diminutive man pays with a bill in which one would expect change, $25. he doesn't argue but looks at Me expectantly. I take a sip of My drink and then turn My attention to the male beside Me. I shift My position and thrust My leg between his, turning him in his seat so that he faces Me. I can see now he is afraid, but he stays. Good. I lean into him, My face close to his, My hand sliding up his leg and stopping at his hip, I can feel the fabric go tense and at his erection, at this I know he is My bitch. I order him to take out his wallet. he hesitates but I don't break eye contact or expression. he takes it out and puts it on the bar, $30. I tell him that his wallet is mine now and put it in My back pocket. I order him to take off his jacket, then his shirt. I sit back, taking another sip of My drink and lift My boot to between his thighs and stomp it in place. he looks down at My boot, then at My wet lips. I tell him to get off the stool and walk towards Me. as quick as a snake bite, My nails dig into his left nipple and I pull him towards Me. now he can smell Me and feel My warm breath. I tell him that from this moment on, he is My bitch and will do as I tell him, I will control his every move and that I will punish him terribly for disobedience, $35. he whimpers from the pain in his nipple but he nods sharply. I slap him in the face and instruct him to start licking My boots clean while I finish My drink. he quickly gets on the grounds starts to lick the muddied tread. I spit on him and turn to face the bartender who still in a stoic stance, now with an amused expression on his face. I relax with My drink in the dimly lit dive, and light a clove, the dark stick sparking and sputtering at the end as it meets the flame, My head titled towards the light. I ash on My slave as he cleans and moans from the dirty floor. as I finish My smoke and My drink, I order another and for the half naked submissive to remove his pants. he does so and folds them lightly atop his other clothes, $40. I rise, instructing the male beneath Me to crawl behind Me as I start towards a dark corner. he looks around as if he might rebel. I squat to the floor at his level, grab him by the throat and his cock and balls clenched tightly with the other hand. I feel his cock get hard again and slap it lightly through his shorts. "that's a good boy", I tell him, $45. he winches but I notice his shorts get wet, his little dick started to get drippy. I spit in his face and tell him how disgusting this is. I let go of his throat and start to walk, stopping a few paces to pat My thigh to call My dog. I reclined in My chair and waited while My pet nervously fidgeted on his knees in front of Me. the bartender came a few moments later with My drink, telling Me that it was on the house before retreating back to the bar. now relatively alone, I lit a new clove, and instructed My ward to remove his last shred of clothing, and with it, his dignity, $50. I squat down in front of him, still smoking, blowing smoke in his face and pull out his genitals, exposing them to the air and spit on his cock. I hold his balls in My hand and instruct him to stroke his cock, while I continue to blow smoke in his face, spit and ash on his cock, $55. he is easily excited and I can see he may cum soon so I squeeze his balls until the pain Dominates the pleasure of orgasm. he keeps stroking but whimpers and curls into himself. I let go and stand, only to kick him in the balls, it drops him to the floor. he gasps as he falls and clutches his wounded testicles. I order him to remove his shorts or I will kick him again and again. he doesn't move quickly enough and I kick him in the chest, then I kick his legs apart to prepare a ball-busting he will be sure to remember. he sees this and quickly removes his last shred, saying he will do whatever I want, $60. I sit back in My chair and casually drink while he recovers, saying nothing. after a moment, I gesture for him to come closer, and start to stroke again. he must work past pain, but quickly I see his desire to cum again, he looks up at Me and stops himself, he learns quickly, $65. I ask him how badly he wants to cum, he is almost desperate, so I have him continue the process of stroking and stopping until he can think of nothing but his need to release as I relax and use his torso as a foot rest. at last he is shaking and tense and is so sensitive that I could blow on his cock and it would erupt. I instruct him to sit up and I look deeply into his face, then start slapping him. both hands and sharp. at first he is taken aback and doesn't understand, then protest and at last becomes sullen, but his cock is still hard. I keep slapping him until he starts to cry and his cheeks become wet. now My last command of him, $70. I tell him to lay on the floor, his cock pressed against his stomach and his flesh on the sticky and filthy ground. he rests there as I take off My belt. I order him to start grinding on the ground, rubbing his cock against the filth. sadly at first and then more excitedly he takes to his task, thinking at last I will allow him orgasm, $75. when he starts to moan I start to strike him with My thick leather belt. I command him to keep going, the disgusting floor loves him. he yells out when I hit him, but this quickly turns to moans as I rhythmically start to hit him on his ass, colouring it a deep red. he starts to beg, $80. I say nothing but listen to him beg and moan. his body starts to shake and his ass starts to bruise. as he cums I hit him harder and he pants into the floor. I stand and put on my belt after cleaning it with a napkin dipped in My drink. I reach down and grab his hair, informing him that he has one last thing to do for Me before I release him, $85. he must lick the floor clean of the mess he has just made. to improve the flavour, I throw the last of my drink which has now been watered down in the puddle. he dutifully nods and starts to lick up his mess. I relight My clove and finish it, watching to make sure he cleans it properly, $90. surely the flavours on his tongue do not mix well and I watch him retch, but continue to work. when he finishes, he collapses on the floor. I take the money out of his wallet, $95, throw it on the ground and walk over him, stepping on him as I make My exit. I stop at the doorway, put on My sunglasses and step into the sunlight, $100.

Today's Session 1 by Claudia Typhoon

there is this strapping young lad I had met a month ago that was interested in serving as a personal slave. he seemed too young and his smile too big for me to be completely confident of his desire to serve. we spoke at length and his past experiences far exceeded those of most his age which showed a willingness and passion to experiment and have varied experiences as a bottom. I decided to give him a try. I had him run some errands for me that saved me both time and money, with an additional last minute pick up before he arrived. as I was getting a facial earlier in the day, I contemplated what I was going to do with this chap and had a stroke of brilliance, I would give him a pair of saran wrap panties.

when he got here I ordered him to take off his bag, shoes, and to pour me a glass of the juice I had him pick up for me. easy task, right? he was so nervous about being in my presence that he failed. he opened the orange-pineapple juice without shaking it first. I instructed for him to pour it back, and shake it before doing so. the fool tried to pour into the narrow mouth of the container directly.  I sighed and held out a funnel in my hand. he put the bottle under the funnel (still in my hand) and tried to pour from there. I had to tell him to take the funnel from my hand, put it in the container and then pour it back in. I couldn't help but shake my head openly at his failure to do such a simple task. wouldn't you know it, when he picked up the glass to put it in my expectant hand, he spilled it on the floor and counter. I had him strip prior and to watch him clean up his mess in the nude was amusing. cleaning his mess made his dick start to drip so I directed him to catch it and eat it, and so he did.

after I had moved to sit, I had him lay on the floor at my feet and take off my heels, one at a time and massage my tender soles. all the meanwhile I am smoking a clove that is squeezed into a stone cigarette holder. its heavily scent fills the air as I alternately spit and ash on his cock. it grew hard as my saliva covered it. when I finished my smoke I placed one foot on his chest and the other on his throat, while I played with his small nipples, my nails digging into his gentle flesh as I skillfully moved them about with purposed pinches, inducing pain. I told him to stroke his cock and make sure that my spit and the ash coated his him. I continued to spit on him as I increased the amount of pain I delivered to his nipples.

smiling sweetly, I said: "you know, you aren't allowed to cum yet, you may only cum when I tell you to, but I want you to keep stroking until you are close, then I want you to stop. then start again and then stop. I want you to keep doing this until you feel as though you are about to explode. when you feel like that, let me know."

his body quaked and moaned loudly. I slapped him, "you are too loud!", then twisted his nipples sharply and released, immediately slapping both hard. when he got to the point of explosion, he paused. I told him to keep going and stop again when it moved past this feeling to the point where it started to hurt. while working to this goal, I would direct him to stop and start again at my leisure, his legs convulsing and the muscles in his body twitching. when his need to cum started to hurt, I told him to stand and pulled out the saran wrap I had him retrieve earlier.

I instructed him to hold his dick to his stomach and to rotate as I made a make-shift saran wrap diaper on him. after he laid down again, I ran my nails over the saran wrap and taunted him with humiliating jest, telling him to somehow, through the plastic, make himself cum, still at my discretion. I had him repeatedly start and stop what looked like him scratching or furiously palming his shaft. he started shaking again so I taunted his need to orgasm, and gave the following instructions: "you may cum as I instruct, but only as I count to ten, if you do not cum at 10, you will be slapped hard in the balls, and not allowed to cum at all, summarily dismissed." he seemed dismayed as this prospect but gave a "yes Domina" to my command. I didn't feel he understood so asked forcefully: "do you understand?", with a more confident "Yes Domina!".

as he furiously rubbed his clit I could see the anxiety and tension build in his body. he whimpered as I counted down. at 9, I pulled the saran wrap tight to his hips and on 10 his orgasm exploded and he was nearly unresponsive after a few moments of convulsing on the floor. I instructed him lie there for a bit and then after he had recovered himself and was calm, I instructed him to leave on the saran wrap, put on his clothes and dismissed him; but only after pointing out the fact that others on the train home may smell his cum drying under the plastic and the crinkle noise that would surely be heard with his every movement.

building an orgasm with the constant potential of it being ruined or never achieved is a very lovely thing to do.

BDSM by Claudia Typhoon

The more I learn and grow as a kinkster and Domina the more I realize that it has always been an integral part of who I am. BDSM starts simply as Bondage, Domination, Sado-Masochism. I know at least one person reading this is laughing at my use of 'simply' as BDSM is not simple. This acronym is just the start of a varied and complex sexuality and way of being. unfortunately I have met a lot of people within the scene that are rigid and inclusive. I can see their perspective, but I don't agree with it. although there is a beautiful sexual revolution happening all around us, there is still a great deal of judgement towards those that are involved in alternative or non-typical sexualities or what the mainstream perceives as 'normal'. even though gay marriage is being legalized, there are still stigma in being homosexual. so you can imagine that when a woman prefers to fuck men with phallic fruit and veggies while he wears lacy undergarments, she uses him as an ashtray and spits on him, and binds his penis and testicles with a pink lace ribbon in the process as part of their sexual repertoire, a lot of people would consider that odd. I consider it exciting. Realizing and exploring my sexuality has always been very important to me. I was never taught that sexuality is something to be ashamed of, something a very vocal part of our nation has not caught on to. I have been amazed by what I have come to enjoy sexually just because I was open to experimentation. I have also learned things that I don't like, to be sure. so I encourage you all to explore. pick someone you feel comfortable with and pursue a fantasy. start simple, involve food, kiss different parts of the body, delay an orgasm, play with toys. tantric sex is not the only way to be intimate with your partner. just know that everyone is engaging in some kind of kink. can you think of a single person who just has sex in a few key positions? They are the minority. if anyone ever makes fun of you for engaging in or having interest in kink, own it and know that they are probably making fun of you because they don't have the confidence or courage to communicate their sexual desires in the way that you do.